Ron grinned brightly at that tune. It had been... what. Oh god, two years? Or was it three, since he was able to claim that throne and title. Hell the boy was eighteen years old and already he felt like his father. 'back when I was a kid' blah blah blah kind of nonsense.
When he had a kid, they were never going to have to feel like this.
"Yeah, well I won't be much of a king if I can't stay upright. I'm pretty certain Gin charms her tosses to be more like cannons." He paused, and his voice softened for the second bit. "You know you can get something for the sleeping... doesn't work for everyone. But it's well. Worth a shot?"